11. Imagine #8 Part 3

CONTINUED FROM IMAGINE #8

You climb in the bus and find a seat. It drives across town and you stop at the old motel. You climb out and head in. ''Can I have a room?'' ''Sure.'' You give the woman at the front desk your information, and she hands you a key. ''Thanks.''' She nods and you walk to your room. You throw your bag on the musty smelling bed and close the door. You fall back on the bed and a few tears escape. You close your eyes tightly and let out a shaky breath. You push the bag off and it hits the ground with a thud. You curl yourself up and silently cry yourself to sleep.

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You wake in the morning to the ringing of your phone. ''Hello?'' You groggily say into the receiver. ''Baby?'' You hear, in a familiar, raspy voice. ''Please come home.'' You end the call, but do grab your bag. You return the key and rush out the door. You don't bother catching a bus, and just run home. ''Harry.'' You say, walking in the door. You hear no sound. You walk into the living room. Nothing. "Harry!'' You call. Suddenly, you hear muffled sobs. You run to the bedroom, and burst in the room. ''Harry!'' You shout, noticing your boyfriend curled in a ball, in the corner, head in his hands. ''(Y/N)?'' he says, looking up. Your heart breaks when you see his face. It had been one night, but Harry looked broken. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks stained with tears. You saw the hurt in his eyes. ''I'm so sorry.'' he says, burying his face back into his hands. You pull him close, ''I'm sorry too. I should have believed you.'' You feel him crying against you. ''Harry, stop crying.'' ''B-but I thought I lost you.'' You smile, ''You didn't.'' He wipes his face and leans close, kissing you. ''I love you.''